Testimonies of Healing

The testimonies of healing in the Christian Science periodicals have always been a great help to me. Sometimes it has been because a testimony described a healing similar to one for which I was working at the time; at other times, the description of the perseverance and faith that resulted in a healing has encouraged me to make greater efforts.

Christian Science was brought to us by a friend of one of my sisters, a friend whom we all cherished and loved. She had been healed through Christian Science.

Words fail to express the love and gratitude that I feel in my heart for Christian Science. All I have and all I am I owe to God and Christian Science, which has healed me of many things—sensitiveness, sorrow, lack, and many other illusions.

Love was one of the first synonyms of God which I felt I understood. Several years ago I passed through what seemed to be a very bitter experience.

I am sincerely grateful for the many blessings which have come to me. As a child I was brought up in Christian Science, and during the past few years I have truly reaped a harvest of demonstrations, both small and great.

With humility and joy I desire to join the many who are now testifying of the Christ, Truth, which heals mankind of mental, moral, and physical ailments. I desire to give my testimony of the healing of defective eyesight.

A few years ago, when I was a sufferer in mind and body, Christian Science came into my life like a refreshing and purifying wind. At the home of a good friend I saw The Herald of Christian Science (Scandinavian edition), which had been sent her from America.

Gratitude is the open door leading to greater joy, richer life, and increased receptivity. I began reading Christian Science literature for physical healing, and as I read and glimpsed the truth that God is Love, Life, and All-in-all, I realized that I needed much.

" Christian Science is always the most skilful surgeon," Mrs. Eddy has written on page 402 of "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures.

In the spring of 1918, as I had not regained my normal state of health following a major operation some six years previous, I became obsessed with a morbid fear of losing my son, a boy of eight years of age, who was frail and delicate and almost constantly under the care of physicians. At a seemingly critical time for him, I became very ill with yellow jaundice, pleurisy, and pneumonia, and was being attended by a physician.